The message ended and I already missed the sound of her voice. I didn’t care that she didn’t know she was speaking tome, Grimsby. That message was still created for me, which only sent every feral, obsessive part of me into overdrive.
It took all of a heartbeat for me to pull my aching cock free of my trousers and press play on the video again. I might not be able to touch her, but I could still remember the way her hotlittle mouth felt as she sucked on me like I was her favorite thing in the world.
Closing my fist around my length, I began a slow rhythm as I focused on her. The way her eyes sparkled when she spoke, the shape of her mouth, the play of fingers over her delicate throat. I was already keyed up from earlier, but now? Fuck, now I was wound so tight I knew it wouldn’t take much more before I found my release.
Merri had just blown me her second kiss when a hand touched my shoulder.
“Inevitable, huh?” Sin asked from behind me. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay off her site.”
“Motherfucker!” I snarled, jumping up from my chair. “What the hell are you doing in my room uninvited?”
“Uninvited?” Sin asked, a smirk on his mouth. “I wouldn’t say that.” He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. “My nose doesn’t lie.”
“You could smell my dick?” I glanced down at my now flagging erection.
“Gross. No. But I sure as hell could smell your lust. I’m sure Merri could too. Maybe I should call her in here?” He glanced over his shoulder. “Oh, Me—” his words cut off on a grunt as I elbowed him hard in the stomach.
“If you say another word, I’ll string you up by your balls and leave you outside for the ravens to pick at.”
Sin frowned for a beat and then shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the worst way I’ve spent a day.”
“Get the fuck out of my room.”
His eyes fluttered closed and he took another deep inhale. “Thanks for the snack.” Then the bastard winked and added, “Daddy.”
Chapter
Eighteen
SIN
The scent of warm tobacco and smoke curled in my nose as I walked into the billiards room to meet the boys for “book club.” Yeah, that’s right, I’d gotten an invite this time. As I should have from the start.
Okay, to be fair, it was less invite and more summons, but whatever, I’d take it.
“You’re late,” Grim grumbled from around the cigar in his mouth.
“I’m exactly on time. Also, has anyone ever told you it’s rude to talk with your mouth full, Grimsby?”
Malice snickered as he straightened, the ball he’d just aimed at sinking effortlessly into one of the corner pockets. “Is that your way of saying we should gag you, Sinclair?” Moving around the table, he made another shot, this one missing.
“He’d probably like it. Don’t tempt him,” Chaos offered, lining up his own shot before sending two of the striped balls into the center pocket on the left side of the table.
“It’s true,” I agreed, earning scowls from all three of them. Laughing, I shrugged, “What? Can’t blame a guy for being open-minded.”
Grim sighed, shaking his head. “Now that you’re here, we can get to business.”
“She’s still not pregnant. We know.” I stared pointedly at Grim, not understanding why he needed to reiterate the fact that I failed in my first attempt.
“And why is that?”
“I don’t know, why don’t you ask Chaos? He’s just over there playing with his stick and balls instead of trying to up the odds of success.”
Chaos swore as he scratched, his eyes flashing with fury as he glared at me. “I tried. She wasn’t interested.”
I crowed. “What was that about seduction and foreplay? You’re not the master you thought you were, after all? Do you need some tips? I can draw you a diagram if that’s more helpful. The clit can be found?—”
I barely ducked in time as he used his pool cue like a javelin. Instead of impaling me, it went nearly halfway through the wall behind me.